The next morning Kennedy wasn't in the mood to talk. The potentials were waiting for their breakfast prepared by Andrew and Dawn, and Buffy was at the new High School. Willow awoke later that day, and went downstairs to join into the feast of Ego Waffles and Orange Juice.
"Hey," Willow risked saying the first words of the day to Kennedy, hoping maybe a cheery "hi" would be returned.
"Can we talk later?" Kennedy replied. Willow was stunned that Kennedy wanted to talk at all. She never told Kennedy about Oz, and she wanted to talk? Whoa.
At that moment, there was a slight knock at the door. The potentials all looked outside from the window. Some of them got up. What could harm them during daylight?
"There's a van outside," said Rona, one of the Potential Slayers.
Willow wanted to hide. She knew he was here. A part of her wanted so badly to see him, and another part wanted to run like the wind. Xander opened the door.
"Hey, look, it's - ..." Xander didn't finish.
"Hey Xander," Oz walked inside full of suitcases and was wearing once again that wool coat.
"Hey, look, it's Oz!" Xander yelled, turning his head towards the stairs where Willow was. Kennedy came to the door, a little frightened.
"So, you're the werewolf," Kennedy crossed her arms and put a strand of hair behind her ear. She was wearing some nice jeans, with a black tank top. A stake was in her back left pocket.
"Guess you could describe me that way. I'm Oz," said back the stranger, holding out his hand for Kennedy to shake.
"Yeah, I know. I know a lot about you. I even know how I almost killed you last night," the Potential said back, firmly and confident.
"Oh...," Oz didn't know what else to say. And then he saw her. She was standing on the stairs, beautiful. Her hair had grown longer, but she was still Willow. Redhead, beautiful, Willow.
"Hi.." Willow stammered,
"Hey," the werewolf said back, taking his hand back although Kennedy never shook it. "I'm here."